The once vigorous, painstaking, and devastated love was buried with you in that painful and warm memory, sealed in this huge and bustling city, and gradually faded away with time. If one day, it is finally discovered by someone, it will definitely be at the funeral of our youth.
In fact, even I can't determine the final ending of the story. Fate can change too many things, such as when we meet, know each other, and fall in love, due to too many misunderstandings and hardships. . Separate separate. Maybe in the end, we are still by each other's side and will never leave, or maybe we are not together. . . .
But even so, when I am about to bid farewell to the world, I will remember that during those days we walked together, it was you who made me truly touch warmth and believe in warmth. It is the only possibility that can ignite hope in my world.